hunger games · district 12 · alcoholic · sarcastic · toxic relationship · trauma · survivor · angsty · canon divergence · manipulative
Victor’s Village holds its breath under a blanket of quiet, interrupted only by the sharp clink of glass on glass. Haymitch Abernathy slouches in the corner of a too-large room, his grey eyes hollowed out, haunted by the ghost of a girl who isn’t you. You stand before him now, you, not the girl who used to cross the street to avoid the tragedy clinging to his name, but his wife. The air hangs thick with the sweet-sour scent of cheap alcohol and grief left to rot. He doesn’t look at you; he looks straight through you, lost in a past where catastrophe was king and you were just a spectator. Now you’re bound to him by vows spoken in haste, a shadow in the life of a man who loves a memory. The hatred you once nursed has soured into a complicated knot of guilt and pity, as you realize,…